Working out faith and life with fear and trembling.

I Did It Again

Last Tuesday they said that just showing up was the hardest part of Boot Camp. Today I realized that wasn’t a joke. Getting up wasn’t the trouble. Yea, 4:30 is a bit earlier than my norm, but I’m a natural morning person so it doesn’t take long for me to get rolling. As the time drew closer for me to actually walk out the door, however, I found an increasing reluctance which began to manifest itself as nausea.

Today was indeed harder than last Tuesday. There were quite a few activities I simply could not do. I just physically couldn’t get my body to do that. We did more assessments and I realized just how pitifully out of shape I am. Just because you’re thin doesn’t mean you’re fit. While logically I see that’s a no-brainer, I think subconsciously we think that thin = health.

Anyway, today kicked my butt even more than Tuesday. I didn’t have fun, but I’m going to stick it out for the seven weeks. I’m conducting an experiment on myself. I want to see what the results of seven weeks of strenuous physical exercise will be.

When I got home I ate a banana, egg sandwich and a glass of chocolate milk.